First Snow
Just another quickly written one-shot. It's not a part of my Red Moon series.
The pup sat on his balcony watching the tiny little flakes of cold drift lazily through the air. Normally the cold wouldn't bother him, but with the bracelet suppressing his magic he was shivering almost violently. He always watched the first snowfall though, and some wretched thing on his wrist wasn't going to ruin that for him, even if he caught pneumonia!
He flinched as a feathered cloak was wrapped around his shoulders. He looked up saw his mother, a beautiful wolf he loved more than anything. He smiled and took the cloak off, putting it on her and then standing close enough in front of her to be in it as well. Almost immediately he felt better, and he sighed contently as she put her arms around him.
"I wanna fly, but.." he whispers sadly, "I can't take the bracelet off and if I tried I'd freeze and fall... Then I'd make you sad."
"You'd make your father sad too."
"He'd be disappointed and just pick another bastard to be his heir."
"No, he'd be genuinely sad. You don't hear how he talks about you."
"Can we just stand here and not talk? Like we used to? The snow doesn't care about what I am..."
His mother agreeing, Amaris turned his eyes back to the darkening sky and watched the snow like an old friend was telling him stories. In a way it was a friend, and the only one he still had after being outed as the prince.
He couldn't help but smile. Tomorrow, he'd wrap himself in furs and sneak off to have fun all on his own. When you wanted something after all, you took it no matter what.
He'd learned that from Valein.